Warnings: teenage drinking

CHAPTER 2:

The sound echoed off the ceiling, hurting my eardrums. The whole room smelled of alcohol, sweat, and deodorant. Everyone was dancing, talking or drinking, (or in some cases…making out). Except….me. I was sitting in the corner, arms folded over my chest, non-alcoholic drink in my hand, and dangerous expression on my face. I looked over to where some guys were chatting up Becca Weller. She was laughing and twirling her hair at these college guys. I rolled my eyes. I looked over to where Lilly and Oliver were. I noticed four things.

They were standing pretty darn close

they were drinking some mysterious looking beverages

They didn't seem to care I was sitting alone in the corner

College guys were staring at Lilly, and Oliver was glaring in a protective manner.

So here I am lemonade in hand, watching my best friends become, most likely , drunk. In any other state, I would run over there, pour the drinks on their heads, and scold them like a mother that found weed in her son's pocket. But right now, the only thing that occurred to me was that if Jake was here, I would have some one to drink with. Instead of sitting in the corner naming everything that sucked in my life.

I lived in a house full of all males, when I finally find someone to love they leave, my boyfriends gone, the person I love left, oh, and my best friends are taking in tons of alcohol. Perfect. A dream life. NOT.

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head to see a boy grinning beside me. He looked as though he was a sophomore.

"What?" I snapped. His smile kept. I already hated him, he was too happy. He held out his hand,

"My name's Ethan. I noticed you sitting over here so lonely and wondered of I could get you a drink…?" I hesitantly shook his hand and said,

"How very kind of you but…..thanks anyway. I'll pass." I turned back around, wanting him to leave. He tapped me on the shoulder again.

"What now?" I asked.

"You don't have to get an alcoholic drink….I just want to talk to you….you know….as friends." I thought about it and looked over at Lilly and Oliver. They were laughing at nothing it seemed, another side effect of drinking. What the hell, if they can have a good time, so can I. I smiled and said,

"Ok." He took my hand and led me over to the couch.

"There's that pretty smile, I knew you had one in you somewhere." He said before he disappeared into the crowd. By now, you are probably wondering 'how the hell did a 14 year old get into a party with college and high school boys and drinking?' The answer is simple. Logan Ann. Lilly's high school sister. Lilly had caught her…ahem….well, let's just say she caught her with a boy in her room. Lilly then threatened Logan that if she didn't let us into the "party of the year" she would tell their mom.

Ethan came back with two drinks. I took mine cautiously and peered down at the liquid. He laughed and said,

"Don't worry, its just sprite." I took a hesitant sip and smiled when I tasted the familiar soda. He laughed and said,

"You thought I was gonna try and get you drunk didn't you?" I looked down, embarrassed and said,

"Yeah." He laughed and said,

"I'm not like that honey. So, Logan tells me your 16." I choked on my sprite. So that's how Logan kept her reputation. What the hell, I'll have fun with this.

"Yeah, I go to school up in Seattle." I said. He smiled and said,

"That's cool. What's it like up there." That's what I want to know.

"Oh um…very hyper. You know coffee capital and all." I replied. He nodded and said,

"Yeah. Sounds great there." I nodded and muttered, "sure does."

"What was that?" he asked. I smiled.

"It is."

"So…you know I'm Ethan...so what's your name." He asked.

"Miley." I said. He nodded and said,

"That's a cool name." We chatted like this for a while and I was beginning to trust him. Thus, I had my very first drink. I swore it was only one sip. It burned going down and gave me a fiery feeling. I took another sip until it was gone. I swore I was only going to have two shots. Two turned into three, and before I knew it…..I was completely out of it. Damn, who knew Jake Ryan could do this much to a girl. I felt carefree and happy for once in the last week. A boy approached me, and I said,

"Howdy…." I fell and split half my drink. He smiled and said,

"Hi, you have pretty eyes." I smiled lopsidedly and said,

"T-thanks." My words were coming out slurred and everyone started looking really good. He sat down beside me and put his arm around me and started whispering things in my ear. I giggled and Ethan walked off shaking his head. All the sudden, someone called out my name.

"Miley….?" I giggled and said,

"That's my name don't wear it out." The person grabbed me by the arm and dragged me away from the guy.

"Hey!" The guy protested.

"Shut it bub, before I shut it for you. Go off and take advantage of some other girl." The person growled. The man scowled and ran off. I feebly hit the person on the arm and said,

"Put me down….put me down…" the person picked me up and carried me out of the house into the cold air.

"Oh…its cold." I muttered.

"Put me down!" I screamed. My eyes were unfocused as I looked up into the face of my kidnapper. He snatched the drink out of my hand and crushed it in his fury.

"How could you Miley! God! You are so stupid some times!" As my eyes started to focus more, I let out a gasp.

"Wh-what are you doing here? Aren't you suppose to be out in china or wherever filming that damn movie?" I muttered. Jake ignored me, his eyes full of rage.

"Do you know what could have happen to you? You could have been raped, you could have done anything! God, I just can't even talk to you right now!" He screamed in fury. He collapsed in the seat next to me and out his head in his hands. I just sat there, giggling and singing to myself. Finally he jumped up and said,

"I'm taking you home, right now." I pulled back at his tugging hand.

"No……I can't…. go… go... home… drunk……" I slurred. He pulled more and said,

"You should have thought about that before you drank that first shot." Jake muttered angrily. I stopped and jammed my finger in his chest in an accusing way.

"Hey…this is all your fault." I said. He turned around screamed,

"How is this MY fault."

"You-you left me….and I was sad….and it feels good to not have to feel any pain." I muttered. His eyes softened and I tugged on his hand,

"Please….don't take me home…" I muttered. He closed his eyes for a brief second then said,

"Fine, you are coming to my house. My Mom's pretty cool, she knows all about hangovers." I shook my head and said,

"I…I can't leave Lilly and….um…God what's the other ones name...? Ophelia…Oaky…-

"Oliver?"

"Yes! That! I can't leave them here!" I muttered. He dialed some numbers and said,

"I called my chaffer to come get them. Come on." He shoved me into his car and wouldn't talk to me the whole way home, especially after I threw up all over the car. The only thing registering in my brain was the look of fury Jake had on his face when he found me. That alone is enough to get you to never pick up a drink again.

A/n: So there you go. 2nd chapter. Hope you liked, I know, I know, Jake is already in, in the second chapter but it seemed like a good way to introduce him back in. Sorry if the 'drunkenness' wasn't explained properly I've never been drunk so don't really have a first hand account about it. Lol. And yes if you haven't realized it yet, this isn't going to be a all fluffy story. Anyways Thanks so much to the awesome reviews! Keep 'em coming! No flames please! Lots of love